I am in a foul mood, because I've got next to nothing done in four days. This is making me want to hide from everybody, because I don't want to have to answer the question "how are you?" Hiding from everybody makes things worse, so I have a cunning plan: I will humiliate myself in public by making an announcement to the effect that I suck and have no willpower.
Now I can talk to people again, because you don't need to ask me how things are going and I don't need to feel even more wormy when I have to answer. And if I can talk about some other topic than this, I will hopefully be distracted enough not to be a moooody cow at you. But if I am snappish, I apologize in advance.
PS If you think hugs are the appropriate response to this post, you're an idiot. Sorry, I warned you I was in a bad mood.
I'm having one of those weeks where rather than getting what I want to do done, I am dealing with small problems that arise from users and co-workers being various values of silly*, and where several big things that are 97% done are not quite finishing up for because of continual tiny new unprecedented annoying failures, and there's still no sign of the paperwork for my staff position that was promised for this week, so the "nothing done" bit I can empathise with. I'm aiming to read my last Louse paper today, or at least sometime this week, to see what I did and didn't say in it and how that affects the next one, which will be a lot of no fun in the "eating stone-cold porridge that's been sitting on the table all day" direction.
The weather here has at least been only a few degrees below zero, and we managed to get to there from the rainy bit with enough clear time in between that we haven't had the ice-on-every-surface problem. I'm kind of hoping that we might get a reasonable amount of snow followed by a clear blue day soonish, in a timely fashion for me to go out and take Impressive NorAm Winter Pictures for my birth family to ooh and aah over, benches nigh-entirely buried in snow at the Metro stations, snowbanks taller than me with me in the picture for scale and so forth; this does entail borrowing zorinth's camera, though, which entails remembering to ask him for it at a point when he is actually in, and coping with some of his vehemence about what is and is not an appropriate subject for photography - after the pictures from his trip to Rome last summer, he is absolutely convinced that people in pictures are just an obstacle to the nice buildings and landscape. I also want to get pictures of that primate statue in the Inuit art room in the Musee de Beaux Arts, which you saw with me when you were here. Really not much other planning going on, beyond endure until ongoing stressors go away, and have a quiet couple of months socially.
*My former interface programmer when I was first here observed, after knowing me for about a year, that in a work context I could say someone was "silly" in ways that had more weight than most people could put into a couple of minutes' invective, and these have been heading in those direction.
Gosh. You're brave. Or possibly ignorant, having no experience of what I'm like when I'm in this sort of mood. IM details in my profile; I shall log into Gtalk and mooch around sulkily. Or else you can try any of the traditional IM systems where I am likewise hiding in a corner with only my spikes visible.
I am annoyingly unlikely to be on gmail chat at any point when it would seem a reasonable expectation for you to be awake, but I should be very happy to chat with you in that medium should we happen to synchronise.
I cant help but feel that the way forward isnt always to brutally force yourself into carrying out the next task, and then the next. I am quite capable of brutally forcing myself into carrying out the next task, and have done so, but.. its just not an elegant solution. And anyone's resolve has its limits. Maybe something some subtle can be understood and done. Thinking about this from my point of view as well as your own.